sixthiterationlogs | In Every Job that Must be Done...

WHO: Rory Williams
WHERE: Hospital
WHEN: January 27-January 31
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: Nothing too bad...
STATUS: Open

While Rory was glad to be reunited with his wife and confident that he could offer his nursing skills as needed, there was one thing still bothering him about his circumstances. While he had not heard of any serious injuries or sicknesses taking the Inn yet, he felt it a little on the "unprepared" side of things that the building that was clearly a hospital had seen such little attention. Sure, the village wasn't big now and probably any minor injuries had been treated on the spot or in people's homes, but what happened when a massive outbreak occurred and they needed a quarantine? Or what if there were massive injuries that made home visits illogical? The snow certainly wasn't going to help those matters at the moment.

So, with little better to do, Rory decided on a job he would assign himself and get to work on immediately: cleaning out and getting the hospital back in working order.

Step 1. Would be to "tour" the facility and see what was left of the place. How many rooms? How many beds? Where were the different stations. It was one of the bigger buildings so that could be a task that took several hours on its own. Unless someone joined to help of course.

Step 2. Would be to start repairing and clearing out any animals that might have taken up residence. There was no way he was going to get all of that done in one day, but people would probably take notice of a skinny Brit lugging broken pieces of furniture out of the building or yelling at rats to "shoo" and chasing them out with a makeshift broom.

Step 3. And once most of the major clearing was done there was, of course, the problem of actually cleaning the place. If the hospital was dirty there was going to be no point in using it. He knew they were lacking in disinfectants and any real cleaning supplies -- but honestly just getting out all of the cobwebs and dust would be a major step in the right direction.

Of course, for one man this would probably be too much. if he's by himself it's likely he won't even get a hallway done, let alone a whole wing or floor of this place. Still, all the more reason to start now and hopefully someone will happen along to help.

(ooc: Feel free to indicate what "step" you want to be helping with. Be prepared for random animal encounters too)

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Rory nodded, "Well the weather is probably cold enough that a bonfire might actually be kind of nice." It wasn't exactly something he'd thought of, though it did remind him of the suggestion he'd made to Sonny about building a big fire to see if they could attract attention. Smoke signals would be an interesting experiment to look into -- though he hadn't seen anything in the air that might see it there was still the option that people could see it from the distance.

He crossed his arms, watching the man inspect the material. The question caught him off guard because he'd gotten himself lost in thought. "Y-yeah. I was a nurse back home and given the number of people here it seems to me that a facility where we can actually properly look after injured or sick would be good. I'm working on cleaning it out right now," he gestured at the pile of things he'd brought out. "Easier to do without all the furniture in there. Not that there's a lot mind you."

"Not a bonfire, I meant in the furnaces. This stuff can be broken down to twigs to give people tinder to catch a spark. But yeah, a bonfire could be nice, too." It's be something cheerful to look at, at least. And bonfires used to be big community events, signalling gatherings in many towns. Maybe it could be the same here. And it could definitely pull double duty as a signal fire, too - something to look into.

Clint nodded at the explanation, no indication that a man being a nurse was anything to look down on; he'd been under the care of too many different nurses with S.H.I.E.L.D. to think it weird. And in this place, they needed all the medical acumen they could get. "It's better than nothing. And we do need a place to take care of people who get hurt, even if we don't have the equipment to do it right."

"Oh." That made more sense. Rory felt a little dense, but it wasn't like he was used to situations like this. It seemed like a minor thing at any rate.

Rory was pretty used to most reactions to his profession by now. Nothing really phased him because he knew how useful it could be and no one was going to scoff at it now. "I suppose before now people were doing there best and it doesn't sound like anyone suffered too terrible of injuries. But I'd rather prepare for the worst case scenario than have to scramble later." The lack of supplies was troubling, but people were pretty helpful and making do with what they had at least.

"I've talked with one of the others here who also seems to have medical knowledge. We do have a few supplies, but I'm hoping when it starts to warm up that someone can show me if there are any medicinal plants we could use." Of course, if he was really lucky maybe he'd get one of those boxes people talked about, but he wasn't sure if that would be a good thing or not considering who the source likely was.

"Survival" was the primary thing on Clint's mind in this place. Sure, he'd had to make do with less on some of his missions, especially one or two that had gone spectacularly wrong, but on those occasions he'd at least known an end was coming, usually when it was coming, and that civilization was at the end of the metaphorical tunnel. Here, the resources were limited and not likely to be replenished, as well as working at a lower level of tech than he was used to - or liked. It was just better to be prepared for anything that happened, and the basic supplies were the first things to be stockpiled, no matter what the origin.

"Can we even prepare for the worst case scenario? It doesn't look like you could do any kind of major surgery here if it's needed. Maybe even broken bones if they're bad." Sure, some - maybe even most - of those could be handled by realigning and splinting, but the lack of any sort of cast could be a real detriment, not to mention some really bad ones he'd seen which needed surgery. Sure, he was probably borrowing trouble, but it was second nature to him to try and be prepared for any bad situation. Still, he shook his head, sighing heavily at the fatalism. "Sorry, I can't help it - trying to be prepared for the bad things makes you pretty cynical sometimes."

Rory considers that question. Honestly? Not at all. But he can do his best and get as prepared as he can given the materials they have. His face betrays his doubts and he rubs at his shoulder, feeling a little less confident about all of this. "No. You're right. We aren't the least prepared for anything major, but I still need to get us in a better place than we are right now," Rory said. He looked over at the man, understanding that he'd probably seen a lot of action out there if he was thinking in terms of surgery and broken limbs. "Being a nurse does that too...you didn't even mention any illnesses, diseases, toxnis or poisoning that could occur just from eating the wrong food or from being exposed to the wrong thing," Rory added. Probably not the best way to one-up someone, but as a nurse he'd certainly been thinking about it. He was surprised they hadn't suffered from at least a minor case of food poisoning at this point, but perhaps the people here were a little better at identifying edible plants than he gave them credit for.

He sighed, "And on that cheery note..." He trailed off, not quite sure how to change the topic from something so depressing.

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